tap your heels against the bruised wood, hide me behind silk curtains when it's over, can I play this far much longer? feel your laced dress against my skin, skittering through summer breezes, when all's quiet in morning's rise. I'll be in the back room, when it's over, to feel your warm embrace, tucked in the curve of your neck 'till dawn comes once more, and once more, I hear your heels against the bruised wood... tap. tap, tapping, click, flow, glass nails, glass eyes, against fragility.

tap your heels against the bruised wood, kiss me softly with a stranger's scent, whom we both cursed under silk curtains; can I play this for much longer? take your hand in mine, take a finger across your lips, glowing with the kisses of many mornings and evenings strewn across them. embers flicker through the dark comfort behind your silk curtains. how it intrudes, a stranger. when all's quiet once more, when you carry the scent of willow and wine.

tap your heels against the bruised wood, and I'll join in your quick dance today. take me, by the hand. let me guide you. feel the heat of sunset, the heat of rhythm. listen closely to the tap, tap, tap. yet focus on your calming voice. whispering what only I would consider love. slow. your silk brushes against my tender skin, your hands gently holding me, carrying me through the song... delicately, slowly, click against the wood, feels its bends and curves and dents, as I fall into your embrace, laced in your touch.

I can play this for longer.

tap your heels against tender soil. let us hide behind nature's guard, curtained by willow trees and morning's melody. dawn melts across the grass, giving life to our steps, as we dance, smoothly, softly, slowly, feeling your laced dress skitter through the summer breeze.